my heart will never beat the same,
stopping where your name used to live.
the air no longer fills my lungs,
it just sits-
thin, uncertain,
like it’s afraid to stay.
the sun still rises,
but it doesn’t warm me completely.
music still plays,
but every note falls off.
the world moves forward,
and i still follow,
half-awake, half-gone,
trying to remember
what it felt like
to be whole.
my time will come
where i can take off the layers
and feel the love
of the life that i deserve.
Tag: love
🐦
a cottage eases into the morning,
windows shining with gold.
the lake trying to rest,
sunlight whispering against its skin.
birds spread music,
dew clings to grass like glue,
coffee drifts warm through the air.
it feels unreal-
this world finally coming alive.
your hand in mine,
the horizon opens,
a quiet miracle spilling across the water
as it disappears to an alarm.
it’s time for the day to actually start,
and the dreams to stop.
🖤
it beats against my chest,
or at least it would
if it was still there.
absent,
a hole where it used to lie
with shadows filling it in.
i do not want it back
as it was the greatest gift
i could give outside of
my soul.
please take care of it-
it was meant to rest next to yours.
✨
for you,
i would capture the stars
and show that
you shine brighter
than they ever will.
rain doesn’t ruin.
some claim that rain ruins days-
washing away plans
as if they are not meant
to be rinsed sometimes.
as if the sky is not allowed to cry,
too full of emotion and struggle
to continue to shine and prosper.
one small puddle,
a forgotten umbrella,
or even just a rolled down window
and suddenly they hate it all.
but why view it with anger
and not beauty?
the dancing on rooftops,
flowing down hills,
shimmering in streetlights?
don’t hide from it-
embrace the joy from when
we were once young.
get soaked,
jump in those puddles,
celebrate the beauty of nature.
grab her hand and dance
in that empty parking lot,
laughing,
loving,
and remembering that this is
the beautiful world we live in.
make these moments worth it.
live without anger.
live with joy.
💤
one would think
that after resting for 26 years,
they would have energy.
energy to explore-
to run with speed,
to love with passion,
to write with fire,
to live without fear.
but no-
i am still so tired.
those three words
no singular language is enough-
enough to describe
my passion,
my desire,
my need.
to most,
three words suffice.
to me, however,
there are endless ways
to show my thoughts.
in Irish, they say “A chuisle mo chroí”-
the pulse to my heart.
in Italian, they say “Sei il mio tesoro”-
you are my treasure.
in Spanish, they say “Mi corazón es tuyo”-
my heart is yours.
in French, they say “Tu es tout ce que j’ai toujours voulu”-
you are everything i’ve ever wanted.
to me,
you are so much more.
you are the brightest star
in the vast galaxy above,
the single flame that lights up my world
more than the sun ever could,
the sunflower that takes my hand
and guides me towards the light.
in your eyes,
no map could ever save me
as i lose my thoughts outside of one dream-
𝑌𝑜𝑢.
no one phrase will ever be fitting
for what you deserve to hear,
but i will never stop speaking them.
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